My writing has been awful lately, so bad I didn’t want to show any of it to anyone and had a real crisis of confidence as to whether or not I belong in grad school. My most recent story was, in my opinion, a constipated Hallmark card saved from overwrought emotion only by the pages of summary and exposition I stuffed in there.
And two dear friends, two of the most talented people in my workshop, just smacked me upside the head and said, “Seriously? This is some of the best stuff you’ve written!”
I have no idea how I landed in Bizarro-world, but I sincerely hope I only got a one-way ticket, cuz I’m staying.